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POETIC 
ECHOES 

From WESTERN U.S.AMERICA 



By Jas. ParK I^ittle. (1Q05J 




Class JICl'MI^^ 

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COPVRIGHT DEPOSIT. 



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Poetic Echoer from the 
Western Uivited States 
of America -^ ^ 
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Poetic Echoes 

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BY 



JAMES PARK LITTLE 
San jfranctsco, CaUfornfa, in. S. a., 1905 



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COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY JAMES PARK LITTLE 

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WITH ESSAYS 



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HB wbole vmblc nnivcvec wne 

made tot the. cxvcxicncc and . 
emancipation of tbe aouL 

Zbc soul i6<**6labtt'' and looks 
upon IDeae. 

— Patanjali, Hindoo Saint, 
Over looo y^ears B . C. 

(3oD'6 tlj:ed law \q, pain (6 gain. 

SI? — ^"Eschylos, Gt^eek Poet, ^oo B.C. 



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TYPICAL AMERICAN INDUN CHIEF 



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Universe 2 

Lewis and Clark, Kx . )sit? m, Portland, 1905 3 

Justice 5 

Divine Will... 6 

Dear Isles of Greece 6 

Birds at Twilight 7 

Never Give Up the Ship 8 

Awake ! the Dawn is Breaking ! 9 

Pride a Disease 10 

Love and Passion 10 

Path of Duty 14 

To Rose 14 

Thoughts 15 

; Nature's Story 17 

Sleep of the Flowers 18 

Earth Our Mother . 18 

Faith 19 

Creation Speaks 19 

Good-Night 21 

Slanderers 21 

Plantation Horue 22 

In Shady Bower 23 



Isles of the Southern Seas 26 

Radiant Cen ter 26 

Our Boys on the Sea 27 

Snow-white Rose 28 

Bereavement 29 

H elios, Zephyr and Flora 30 

Morning Greeting 31 

Soldier Boy's Reverie 31 

Worlds Man Lives In 32 

Conscience 33 

Creator's Thousand Names 33 

When a Woman Says Good-bye 35 

Heroes of Manila 37 

Spanish Fleet at Manila . . 40 

Secrets of the Ocean '. 41 

Never to Part Again 42 

Ancestral Requiem 46 

Death at Sea 47 

Home 48 

Principle of Love 51 

To a Boyhood Lover 52 

What is Love ? 53 

Nymphs of Spring 54 



A Wo nan's Kiss ^^ 24 

Somebody's Sweetheart 25 

Political Honor 38 

Dearest of All 38A 

Peace 39 

Man at Times Ungrateful 39 

Angel Inspiration 39A 

Woman's Druam of Childhood 44 

Turkey Day 49 

A Theme 52 

Sweet Valley of Rest • 55 

Love -Letter and Sea-Shell 56 

Let Me Laugh Again 57 

The Earthquake 58 

Forbearance 59 

Wild Camels of Arizona 60 

Karma 60 

Welcome, Knights Templar ! 61 

Hypnotism Evil 62 

Never Alone 62 

Song of the Centenarian 63 

Submarine War-Boat 64 

Prayer ... 65 



Pipe of Peace 69 

Canary Song 72 

One Word, ' 'Forever' ' 73 

Stars of the Flag 74 

Happy Glimpses of Home 75 

Old Ruined Mill in the Valley 76 

Murmurings of the Sea 78 

Dissipation 79 

Nirvana 80 

Like Patient Spider 81 

Life's Rough Breezes 82 

Will War Be No More ? 84 

Errors of the Past 88 

Appearance Nothing 89 

Laughs ... 90 

Hypocrisy 91 

^o India 92 

Old Violin's Story 94 

Planetary Influence 95 

Adepts of India 97 

Spiritual Inspiration 98 

Universal Brotherhood 99 

Kill Not 100 




Contentmenrs best ot anptlMna U l^now, 
Bn^ tiom It unceasinci blessings tlow : 
Content in Dutv litems Oail^ worl^ to Do, 
BlesseD are tbe^ wbo bave tbis enD iit^xnew. 




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THe Universe 

HE universe ! how wonderful 
its million worlds, 
Rolling forever thro' the 
etherial blue; 
Robed in their shining clouds 
so soft unfurled — 
Words cannot describe their 
beauty, ever new. 
The mind recoils from sys- 
tems all so vast, 
And all its harmony so 
gradly set, 
And muses how in myriad 
ages past 
Heav'n did such a marvel- 
ous host beget. 



L'ewis asid ClafK Centenary 
S^xposition 

Portland, Oregon, 1905 

'FHROUGH the sunshine, through the rain, 
* Over the wide and glorious plain, 
Brave Lewis and Clark, in early days, 
A trail for travelers all did blaze — 
A trail that led to the wondrous West, 
A land of labor and beauty and rest; 
A land where through fair giant trees 
Were heard the surging Western seas, 
As they sighed in melody evermore 
Upon old Oregon's wave-beat shore. 

No speedy engines could they show, 
But pack-horses, strong but slow, 
Who, if they did score miles a day, 
Exceeding fast were on the way. 

These pioneers were patient, true, 
And hardly a fear of danger knew, 
Though perils beset them at every inch 
Of the way — yes, that's a clinch. 

An Indian ''bird- woman" (a friend 
In need) her help did extend. 



And but for her most kindly aid 
Oft' to disaster they might have strayed; 
Stolen while babe from this region wild, 
She had learned its pathways as a child, 
And to the paleface secrets gave — 
To Lewis and Clark, explorers brave. 

For unknown shore how oft' they sighed, 
Dreamed of it on the mountain side — 
At night when stars glowed brightly there, 
Gleaming on wild scenes passing fair; 

Dreamed of home and loved ones there 
When 'round camp-fires in the lurid glare 
They sat, and with anxious hearts 
Planned how they would play their parts. 

Placating many a hostile band. 
Gladly they reached the promised land, 
The land where the giant redwood grew, 
And towered Mount Hood in skies of blue. 
Where grass was long and ever-green, 
And shimmering lakes adorned the scene, 
Where the Columbia and Willamette 
Rolled grandly on in the fair sunset; 



Where Nature herself, in robes of green, 
Seemed beckoning to the charming scene. 
The scene where now, in ''nineteen-five," 
Of labor 'tis a glorious hive. 
Where Oregon's sons, and daughters fair, 
Descended from pioneers (now rare) 
Have made of the State a land of rest, 
Where honest toilers are e'er blest,— 
Whose future even a poet's dreams 
May not describe, so great it seems, 
For to the wondrous Orient she 
Is a gateway of the mighty sea. 

This exposition, superb and vast, 
To Lewis and Clark reared at last, 
Is a tribute to them once again 
For their victory— and America's gain. 
Thus Oregon's State, on Pacific shore. 
Sings their praises forevermore ! 

Justice 
Justice, whose light on all doth shine, 
Is strong and manly ana divine: 
The guilty punishing with iron hand, 
Still for oppressed firmly does she stand. 



TKe Divine IVill 

COUIyD I the will divine e'er do and see, 
And do it here harmoniously, 
All would be well till death's dark day. 
When to new worlds souls flee away — 
To realms to earthly eyes unseen 
Where, mayhap, injustice 's never been. 

Dear Isles of Oreece 

Dear isles of Greece, that grace the azure sea, 
How oft' this heart has wished to beat near 

unto thee, 
Where ancient poets wrote their burning 

words of' gold, 
And where Aegian sSea for centuries has 

rolled! 
Thee would I gaze on with a delighted e^^e, 
Reading what Time's recorded as swift 

the ages fly- 
Where m^^stic Wisdom's song was sung in 

charming lore- 
How gladly would I linger upon "Art's 

Parent shore !" 



Birds at T'wiligHt 

HOW sweetly sing the fleeing birds 
At the close of golden day; 
A song of love seems to be theirs 

As they speed to their nests away. 
Each calls to its mate in plaintive tones, 

And is answered in notes as sweet, 
That seem to say, "Away! Away! 

For at rosy dawn we'll meet !" 
The shadows deepen among the trees, 

And a golden glow comes o'er. 
While flowrets sway in gentle breeze 

That floats from the sunset shore. 
And birds grow faint in their evensong, 

And a hush comes down the vale, 
For Night's starry robe is spreading o'er, 

And the white-rose grows more pale. 
' Tis a sweet transition to sombre hues — 

A calm that steals o'er the scene; 
The daisies have bowed their little heads, 

And their flower-mates lie serene; 
One might think them asleep beneath th' stars 

And their perfume as Sleep's rosy dream. 



And th' birds are still — they've flovvii afar; 
All's hallowed by Luna's soft beam. 

''Linger awhile," the sprites seems to say, 
''Though each bird has gone to its rest, 

Tho' the fiow'rs are stilled in am'rous sleeps- 
Yes, linger awhile here and rest, 

For we' ve secrets to tell you of lives of the 
flowers, 
And of birds' rosy dreams in their nest; 

Linger till Orion has passed midnight hours' 
By our tales of the dells you'll be blest!" 



Nevei? Give Up tKe SKip 



NEVER give up the ship, tho' waves 
are rolling high, 
Tho' on life's toilsome journey never a 
friend is nigh, 
But stick to the helm and say, ''I'll toil till 
life's latest day, 
For beyond the clouds and the rain 
There is sweet Hope to greet thee again." 



A'waKe ! tHe Dawn is BsreaKing! 

A, WAK'N! for th' morning sun is shining, 
-^^^ Awak'n ' for the night has flown away ; 
Awak'n ! no more sad hearts repining ; 
Awak'n! for thee dawns a glorious day. 

vSee, o'er the vales and hills, so golden, 
Smiles the Dawn in her robes so green— - 

Smiles as she did in ages olden, 

Smiles with a heavenly smile serene. 



Awak'n, happy heart, from thy rosy slumber; 

Thine is the song of a glorious day ; 
Carol th}^ glorious, thankful number, 

For care from thy heart has flowm away. 

Aw^ak'n' Awak'n! bright glory 'waits thee. 
In the fields of a busy world away; 

Work, ever singing a song of gladness, 
Cheering, for all, this life's little day' 






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Pride a. OiseoLse 

WHENCE comes this fatal virus, 
vengeful pride, 
That shatters many a golden vase of 
love ? 
Surely not from high spheres where abide 
Eove's noble principles, together wove 
In one grand harmony that constant gives 
Vibrating power to all that moves and 
lives ! 

There is a thin dividing line 'tween love 

and passion's fire, 
That for ever puzzles the much perplexed 

desire, 
And while love exalted rules the happy 

heart, 
Of God's own self we most truly seem a 

part; 
But when the soul's full of dire passion's 

glowing evil. 
Then indeed we vSeem to be part of the very 

devil. 




Maeii^olia 



iossoois 



smell the 



sweet magnolia 



^ON'T you 
scent, 

As it floats upon the air- 
As if it were by Heaven sent 

To free the mind from care ! 
Don't you see the brightly shining leaves 

As they glisten in the vSun, 
And hide, as jealous of the breeze, 

The vSweet petals, every one! 
Don't you feel like climbing up the sem 

And stealing one- — just one— • 
To give to someone far away 

Who life's race has nearlv run! 



DULCINEA! the dear one, I sing unto 
thee, 
Far over the storm-tossed main, 
Come back to Cuba, dear isle of the free, 

For my heart is full of love's pain. 
Then the birds will chant in sweetest of 
song, 



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And the flowrets all dance in glee; 

Far from this dear isle thou'rt absent too 
long- 
Return once again unto me. 

All the day long I sing my love song 
As constant as murmurs the sea,— 

Yes sing of the day when we'll meet again, 
And thou' It w^ander back unto me. 

For my heart is e'er lone when thou art 
away, 
And nothing seems bright unto me. 

But I sing ever on, from day to day, 
And my love-song is ever of thee! 

LIFE is a symphou}^ of joy or sorrow, as 
the case may be— - 
In it men play their little parts in univer- 
sal sympath3^ 
The great conductor is the One who's all 

divine, 
Who permeates the whole and in every chord 
does shine. 





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Wlien age comes on, the grand symphony 
moves slow, 

And backward inmost fancies most nat- 
urally go, 

Rehearsing the scenes that pleased in child- 
hood's happy day, 

And that reverberate until this life has passed 
away. 



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C am^ a t i o siv s 

OST solid lasting flowers of earth. 

Dear to the soul are pinks so fair; 
What glorious angel gave thee birth? 
Who gave thy variegated hues so rare ? 



A glorious family of the flowers; 

Carnations, pink and glov\^ing red, 
Yellow and softest mauve and white; 

So gracefully is hung each head ! 

No bloom ephemeral is thine, 

That lives a day and, drooping, dies — 
Thou bloomest on in shades divine, 

And fairer still 'neath spring's blue skies. 







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Carnations, aroma of the blest 

Thou spreadest from kind Nature's hand; 
A flower known from east to west, 

O'er all the earth, from land to land. 

THe PatK of Btaty 

THE path of duty is the path to glory- 
It leads along the narrow way ; 
It leads o'er wilds and chasms hoary, 
But ends on mountains bright as day. '- 

Stern is the courage needed there — 

Brave hearts to conquer against Fate; 
'Midst sufferings e'er a smile to wear, 

A smile that cheers all souls who wait. 
The path of duty — no thanks to he 

Who treads thy ever tortuous way; 
But deep in conscience each may see 

There's One who shed's grand Victory's ray. 

To FLose 

MAIDEN fair, you ask to sing of love to 
you— 
And you want it mixed with money, too; 
That is a task to tax the human mind. 



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For money^s rare, and we know love is blind. 
Suppose, now, that your heart's afire 
(Of course it isn't) with love's sweet desire! 
What should you do ? — just seek another 

heart, 
And each shall be of the other one a part. 
But to that other heart you must be true, 
Or Cupid's curse will surely fall on you — 
For he's a deadly-jealous, winged boy 
Who'll not bear treachery to love's joy. 

If life's path is with sweet roses spread 
Don't mind if riches' wings are sadly fled 
From you and your own ''other self," 
For true love is joy, and joy is wealth ! 



Our thoughts are prayers that, for good or ill, 
Float from the mind and purposes fulfill; 
Sending out blessings like fragrance from a 

flower, 
That soothe by day and in night's solemn 

hour. 




TK© 'Winiged Star 

(A celestial phenomenon, resembling a winged star, 
was seen from the State of Nevada, Aug. lo, 'o|). 

THOU winged star, that from afar 
Sheddest thy purest rays serene — 
A little while Heav'n's crystal bar 
Is op'ed for thee, of night the queen. 
What omen art thou, glimmering there?— 

Dost tell us of new worlds just born 
Out of the depths of systems rare, 

Our little earth proudly to scorn ? 
Fair winged star, like lovers' eyes, 

Thou hid' St awhile from human view; 
Would' St thou would cheer our longing eyes, 
And burst again upon our view ! 

Sorsro'ws of t2\e "Worldi 



Whence come the sorrows of the world— oh, 

where ? 
They come from want of duty, want of care. 
Where is the remedy?— 'Tis plain to see; 
'Tis in universal love and amity. 



<.^.r .^;,j^, ^^p^.^ ^,,jy> /^tfit^H^^ ^-^-r^-'^ ^■;i:^^ " 

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Nature's Story i 

EVERY little flower that grows 
Has a story true to tell; 
Every fragrant, blooming rose 
Chords of love within us swell; 
Every sparkling rivulet, 

Flowing onward to the sea, 
Tells a tale we don't forget. 

Speaks Heav'n's love grand and free. 

Every person we ma^^ meet 

Has a story writ within; 
Wish them blessings ever sweet — 

Blessings from the God within. 
Brothers all, Heav'n's sons each one, 

He cares for each one, great or small; 
Ruling the earth, and stars and sun, 

His breath gives life to each and all ! 

^ Vis sweet to be beloved, and most blessed 'tis to 

* bless, 

It makes the journey lighter for man in life's wil- 
derness ! 





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TKe Sleep of IKe Flowers 

WEET flowers, thy petals are folded, 
And, like humans, ye've gone to rest; 
Thou'st nodded thy beautiful heads, 

And on each other now rest ! 
How dreamy ye look in thy slumber, 

How tender and placid ye lie, 
Eike the eyelids of beautiful maiden— 

Not a sign of a motion or sigh. 
Sleep on till Aurora has awak'd thee, 

Ye flowers, that so gracefully rest; 
So stilly may we be slumbering 

Till morning has ended our rest. 



TKe EartK Otir MotKer 

TTHE earth our mother is, and on her vernal 
* breast 

We hourly live and draw the life-force blest; 
None are more tender than this mother fair, 
Who scatters lavishly her blessings everywhere. 




f\ POWER mysterious that links our fate 
^^ To that of powers not understood, 
That opens Hope's bright-shining gate 

For those who truly love the good, 
Be with us in life's darkest hour, 

When trouble's cloud o'ershades the day; 
Give us that great unselfish power 

That leads to Harmony's fair way — 
That says Ishwara* guides to peace 

That lulls to sleep each earthly pain, 
Causing complainings all to cease, 

Knowing that in all "pain is again." 

CreatioiiL Spes^Ks 

^HE worlds around, above, below% 

Unspoken language seem to show, 
Telling of One behind so great 
That in man's mind newpow'rs must wake 

*Ishwara, in Hindoo, is "Spirit of God manifest in the world." 



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Ere he can faintly comprehend 

His marvelous workings without end — 

Ere meanings of that language writ 

Can understand, or part of it. 

Each flower's a world, each bird on wing 

That in rapturous song does sing; 

Each insect that floats on the gale; 

Each fish that in the sea does sail; 

Each man's a world, and woman, too; 

A world is in a drop of dew; 

The mighty planets worlds are, 

And, mayhap, as they swing afar, 

Vast peoples work and think as we, 

'Yond ether's far immensity. 

Oh, praise the great Unseen for this: 

We know He lives — and that is bliss ! 

TKe Fi-iend 'WHose Name I 
Never Knew 

CASUAE meeting — a word, a glance, 
' With a kind mutual advance; 
A tone that spoke a noble soul. 




Free from the pang of pride's control; 

A brief good-bye — no time to mention 

name; 
So swift she went, but going, friendship 

came. 

Oood-NigHt ! 

4 4rjOOD-NIGHT!" 'tie a most . soothing 
^ word, 

Balm to the tired soul ; 
Dreamily its sound is heard, 
Echoed from soul to soul. 
"Good-night!" its echoes die awa}^ 

And in kind hearts they're beating; 
O happy word, so gladly heard, 
That lulls till daylight greeting! 

THe Slanderer 

Who most contempt from virtuous men incurs? 
Most certainly, they who are slanderers; 
Tho' vile their crime, deserving not to live, 
Reproving them, the injured still forgive. 



FERRY DEPOT, SAN FRANCISCO. CAL. 



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FERRY DEPOT, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. 



Call Up tKe Opposite 

HEN temptation strong in life comes 
amidst the strife, 
Call up the opposite; 
Ev^ery shadow then will fly from the 
sadly darkened sky; 

Cloudy thoughts will flit. 

THe Platitatioii Home 

THE fair plantation home it stands 
* All smiling in the glades; 
Its trees stretch out their beck'ning hands, 

And lure us to their shades, 
And the old-fashioned windows look 

Out at us with Hope's eyes. 
That seem to say there is no place 

So home-like 'neath the skies. 
Pale orange-blossoms 'neath dark leaves 

Send forth their odor sweet, 
And rose-leaves on the garden walks, 

Yield to the treading feet. 



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What is that sound that's heard anon, 

Amidst the sylvan scene? 
'Tis the mocking-bird's pervading song 

On the pure air vSerene, 
Calling deep mem'ries back again 

That slumbered many a year, 
Saying, Come stay a little while, 

And my song your vsoul shall cheer! 
The ever-dear plantation home, 

O long, long may.it stand, 
To cheer the exile who may come 

Back home from a distant land. 

IN a sliady bower, in a summer hour, 

* I- sat with my ideal; 

She sweetly sang, for she was young, 

And unreal things seemed real. 
She sang of a love that would never die. 

That would live beyond the skies. 
Certain, not then was in her ken 

The wisdom that never dies, 



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For in years that came love was but a name. 
For its passionate power soon flies. 

But there came a spiritual ray serene 
' That o'er each one softly fell: 

Universal love, from the Power above, 
Had come with the soul to dwell. 

A "W^oman's Kiss 

TTHERE'S magic in a woman's kiss; 
* No words its ecstacy can tell; 
'Tis full of "words unspoken" — bliss; 

In memory it does ever dwell. 
Electric its thrill of tenderness, 

All men surrender to its pow'r.; 
They treasure it, unmixed blessedness, 

Until life's weaning, latest hour. 
Could all the joys of life be thrown 

Into one moment, it would be 
The flower of pleasure's he had know 

While sailing on life's changeful sea. 
Could every bursting rose that grew 

Be of its rarest odor drained, 



Not half so sweet as this would be, 
That thrilled so deeply, tho' it pained. 

A woman's kiss is of her mind a part; 
Tis only for the good or brave; 

'Tis born a flower of woman '§ heart, 
That great Apollo to true lovers gave. 

SomeBotiy's S^weetHeart 

SOMEBODY'S sweetheart's gone to-day- 
^ Somebody's laid to rest away; 

Somebody never will have more pain; 

Somebedy never will weep again. 

Somebody's voice, of music sweet, 

Never again will sweetheart greet; 

Somebody's flown to the restful shore, 

And will never have sorrow more. 

Somebody loved, yes, fond and true — 

Loved as only true lovers do; 
Somebody' s breathed a final sigh, 
To the earthly form has said good-bye. 







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Isle^ of tKe SotxtKerti i^ea^ 

/\'I|R the wild and stormy ocean, 
^ Where the seething billows play, 
I' 11 away from dire commotion^ ;, 

To the islands I'll away; 
Where the grass is green and waving, 

Where mountains rise so grand. 
And where vsilv'ry rivers, laving. 

Flow o'er the smiling land. 
Ther^ ma}^ we rest from labor, : 

'NeatH the wavjng mangrove trees i? 
And breathe the flowers' savor, 

In the isles of tropic seas. 

TKe Kadiarit Ceiiter 

TTHERE is a radiant center^ deep within — 
* 'Tis Hope, that every joy can win; 
Thoughts are the sparks w^hich from that 

centre fly, 
And e'er illumine earth's oft-darkened sky , 
Casting Faith's rays o' elives so erstwhile drear, 
Giving the knowledge that vanquishes all fear. 




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O, Radiant Center, may that happy day 
Swiftly approach when despair flees away, 
When o'er the world, to each wave-beaten 

shore, 
Shall vibrate love of justice, evermore. 

Our Boys on tHe Sea 



/^UR boys on the sea — who are they?— we'll 
^^ see ; 

They're the heart and the soul of good cheer; 
They're joyous, wherever on earth they may be. 

And their hearts never echo a fear. 
When duty calls them they're away— -away 

Over dark oceans, stormy and wide; 
And never a moment hesitate they 

To stem the dark hurricane's tide. 
When on shore people slumber in sweetest of 
of ease, 

The sailors are out on the ocean — 
Are lashed and driven by mountainous seas, 

Th:it keep them forever in motion. 




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We 



thank those defenders, for where would 
we be 
If oiir boys on the sea were untrue? 
No more could we say, 'Tis the land of the 
free, 
But for our boys on the deep, briny blue; 
So here's to the bonnie brave boys of the sea, 
And their fathers — their mothers who bore 
them; 
May they ever be happy, constant and free. 
And true to the fla^: that flies o*er them ! 



TKe Snow-VI^Kite Rose 

'TTHERE'S a little snow-white rose 
^ That I keep, a treasure rare, 
And my heart with rapture flows, 

As r handle it with care; 
' Tis a flower from the hand 

Of a friei)d that's good and true 
As e'er trod the earthly way, 

Tho' now vanished from mv view. 




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B e i^ieii vein e r^t 



•nVEfRtry not to be sad at bereavement, 
^"*^ But tbe pain wMi come to them still, 
For the sorrow still slumbers in mem' ry 

In a dream they never can kill i 
And they sigh for the voice of the lost one, 

And think of the fbrm laid away, 
That never again they may see it 

To cheer them; along on* life' s wafy . 
They may go in most crowded of cities. 

Witness scenes surpassingly fair; 
But somehow there's |3<^mebody missing, 

And they miss them, yes, everywhere, 
For bright: faces around them remind them 

By a casu^al -look or a smile, 
That in the throng mem' ry will find them 

Looking at the lost image awhile. 
After all, they may think of the lost one, 

An d not lose heart in life's fiery race, 
For a glance at the past brings harmony^ — 

A V'Aost chord," as it were, to its place. 



Helios, Zepti^rr and Flora 



(The Sun god; the Wind goddess; the Flower goddess) 

UEIylOS is the sun-god mild, 
** Zephyr his fair, wanton child; 
Flora, her sister, passing fair, 
Freshened b}^ her breath of air. 
Over the vales strong Helios shines. 
Over the swaying, sighing pines, 
While Zephyr, ever fitful, blows 
Her breath to sweetly scented rose. 
Flora, of multi-colored hues, 
Nourished by Aurora's dews. 
Reclines here in her fairest bowers, 
Charmed by Zephyr's soothing povv'rs, 
While Helios, hiding in cloudy shades, 
Awhile gives rest in cooling glades. 
Thus Helios, Flora and Zephyr free 
Are ever in sweet company. 
Freshening all life with Zeus' pow'r, 
That flows o'er earth in every hour. 



Moi*niniS Greetii\g 

®9ER the wide world, and in every tongue 
That's spoken, and that's hourly sung, 
There is a note of pleasure often played— 
' 'Good-morning!" by the millions vast is 

said. 
In America's wide States its echoes fly, 
And 'neath Espana's soft, cerulean sky; ^ 
In Germany, great land of music, it is said; 
In England's isle, where Nature's beauty's 

shed ; 
In France, where charming art hold's sway; 
And in Russia's giant empire, far av^ay; 
In ancient Athens, where dawned poetry's 

fair day; 
In China, where pale lihes greet the day-- 
In all of these, ''Good-morning!" daily 

rings, 
And, ere Aurora spreads her flitting wmgs, 
Another country its kind vibration sings; 
So, o'er all the turning earth, forever sweet, 



This greeting does the 'wakening slumberer 

greet. 
May each greeting be more blessed than the 

last, 
And when the spirit has earth's portal pass'd 
Wak'd be the slumb'rer to a still fairer 

d.ay, 
Where harmony, mayhap, shall live alway. 

Tlie V^Torlds Man I^ives Iin 



iCACH soul lives in a world — his own — 
^^ Bounded by a measured zone, 
That with his thought blooms on or dies, 
'Mong natures unseen entities. 
That in the air or earth may dwell, 
And which in good or ill excel. 
These grow bright with thought each hour, 
Pulsating with a fresher power — 
Shed a soft radiance over men, 
Give to the virtuous greater gain. 



Creator's THou.san<il Nsimes 



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things, 

And yet his greatness is not told, 
Creator of all creatures, creeping and of 
wings, 
Who ne'er at all grows weary, 

And never will grow old; 
Who is the All, the essence. 

The self-existent One — 
Of power the quintessence, 
And life's self -centered sun. 



Coiiscieixce 

©SECRET voice, whose mysterious tone 
Speaks most to me when I'm alone. 
Ever in life my teacher be, 
Keeping my soul from errors free; 
Making me in deportment wase 
While around * 'dark- winged Evil" flies. 




— 3J- 



Soldier Boy's Reverie 

THERE'S a fond mother's blessing that e'er 
* follows me, 

Wherever on earth I may go, 
Tho' I travel afar by land or by sea, 

Thro' the tropics or over the snow. 
She blessed me parting— -'twas duty to go— 

And in mem'ry her smile cheers me still ; 
While on life's rough pathway alw.iys I know 

Her blessing my life e'er will fill. 

At the gate, parting, tears dimmed her eyes 

(For tender are mothers and true) , 
And silently then her heart heaved sighs 

As her son passed away from her view; 
And back once again she called me to get 

Just another kind glance then from me; 
I told her then, O ne'er must you fret. 

For I'll write to you over the sea ! 

The months came and went; I never returned 
To the mother whose heart beat so true, 

And a deep thought of her within me burned. 
Altho' she was absent from view. 



—35— 

One day there came news, ah! saddest indeed, 

Her spirit had flown to its rest; 
But her blessing still follows — love cannot 
recede, 

Tho' her soul flies to scenes of the blest. 



Dreaming, ever dreaming, of home beyond the 

sea. 
Of happy hearts e'er beating and sweet faces 

beaming for me. 
Ever the heart is singing — hov'ring 'tween 

joy and pain; 
Dreaming, often dreaming, to be back at home 

again. 

%VKeiii a IVomani Says Good-Bye 

WTHEN a woman says good-bye, with a tear- 
^^ drop in her eye, 

She says she's going, but she never (?) goes; 
And says 'Mariana dear, I must go, I fear,' 



-36- 



But ere she's gone a minnte, she turns upon 
her toes, 

And back again she glides, and to Mariana 
shdes, 

Saying, "O dear, I've something more to tell 
you, 

And I'm very sure your heart will swell; — you 

Must quickly know the truth: Our baby has 
a tooth. 
And she's grown as big as saucy little Ruth, 

And in our neighborhood there are two blush- 
ing, pretty brides; — 

I'm going now, my dear — oh, but did you hear 
The Smiths have two new dresses, — hats 
galore besides." 

And still she stands, I see; surely she's late 
for tea- — 
The seconds and the minutes swiftly fly; 
Then with a long-drawn sigh, she says the 
ninth good-bye — 
Then disappears to reappear with gossip 
by-and-bye ! 



—37— 
Heroes of Manila 
VOUR fame may yet be told in story 
* To children's children of the land — 
How you fought for justice' glory 

In Manila's tropic land ! 
'Midst the storm of enemies' bullets, 

Never faltered one of you — 
In the darkness pressing onward, 

Each heart to the oppressed true ! 
Waist-deep, in the flooded trenches, 

You stood the murderous, galling fire 
Of brave enemies; but the victory 

Was all e'en heroes could desire. 
Fallen comrades, how they suffered 

Ere the bugles sounded peace. 
Ere their wounds could be attended. 

Or the cannons' roar could cease ! 
On shore and in Cavite's hcarbor, 

Americans have fought and won — 
Given to the Philipinos freedom; 

All prison-gates for slaves undone. 
And down the ages will go pealing 

America's and her solaiers' fame, 
For they brought God-given freedoni 

Wheu to Manila's shores they came ! 



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Politica.1 Hoi^or 

IS honesty upon this coast forever fled— 
* ' None left to uphold her banner high? 
Is conscience ot the rulers cold and dead, 

That the public rights they will deny? 
How long, souls of honor, will ye stand by, 

Refraining still the waiting reins to take? 
On to the fray— let swiftest vengeance fly, 

And speedy the guilty' s conscience wake. 
What sad example for the youthful mind 

Is this when public men shirk noble deeds ? 
How in the future shall the people find 

Men to be faithful to the public needs? 
lyike ancient gladiators, on to the fray. 

And victory is thine for honor's sake; 
Conscience at last shall surely win the day, 

And the dull souls of public men awake. 




—38a- 



Dearest of All 

TPHERE'S a heart that is dearest to me, 
* That cheers on life's thorny pathway, 
'Tis the truest that ever can be — 
The dearest, the dearest of all. 

Tho' in storms of life friends often leave me. 

Ever she's happy and true, 
Sweetheart in clouds or in sunshine, 

Still the dearest, the dearest of all. 

By my side comes she when trouble 
Casts a shadow that often will fall; 

And the cloud floats away like a bubble; 
She's the dearest, the dearest of all. 





—39— 

Man ait Times 
Ungrateful 

Man's oft' ungrateful for blessings Nature 

sends ; 
He in complaining, many moments spends; 
While all Nature sings in symphony of 

praise, 
Men oft' forget their thought in thanks 

to raise. 

Peace 

But ever Peace, with spreading, snowy wings, 
Comes fluttering as she sweetly sings, 
And from Love's sphere, that's ever turning. 
Streams Hope's light that's ever burning. 





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'Neath the hallowed moonhght pale, 
While the night-winds weirdly wail 
Thro' the branches of the trees, 
Thro' the valleys, o'er the seas, 
Sweet Inspiration siJent sits. 
Or from flower to flower flits. 
Or folds her wings to tell her story, 
'Neath the forest trees so hoary; 
To they who hsten she's a friend, 
And her great teachings never end. 



History 

History, the wise ones truly say, 
Repeats its lessons day by day. 



-40- 



S p a n i s H Fie e t at M an i 1 a 



I SINCl the vanquished, the brave sons of 
* Spain, 

Who ne'er will see their sunnv land again; 
Great was their courage upon that fatal morn, 
When to destruction they were sadly borne. 

Persuasion failed their high captain to desist; 
Against great odds he, desperate, did persist, 
Exposing the vessels and hardy sons of Spain 
To a hot fire that fell like molten rain 
On decks inflammable that too swiftly died 
And sank, sad hulks, upoti Manila's tide. 
All honor, enemies, for precious lives ye gave 
In strict duty, that calls ever to be brave; 
And the old Ocean sings a requiem 'gainst the 

shore 
For Spain's brave naval boys, whos^ loss all 

men deplore. 



—41— 

Secrets of tHe Ocean 

But 'tis something greater 

Dwells in that mighty tone. — Old Song, 

I N the bosom of the ocean 

lyies many a secret dark and deep; 
Amidst his wild and weird commotion, 

Old Ocean safe does secrets keep. 
Many a tale of love's been ended 

In thy depths, O dark blue sea, 
And never hast thou condescended 

To tell thy story unto me. 

Treasures golden, jewels precious, 

Are sunken in thy depths unknown; 
Volumes rare, now unremembered — 

t)'er their loss th}^ waters moan; 
In thy slimy bed they're resting, 

With their secrets rich and rare; 
None will ever them uncover — 

To thy depths no man will dare. 



—42— - 

Never to Part Agaiii 

MEVER we'll part again ! — echo the words 

^^ again; 

Hearty now united in love's strongest pow'r, 
Happy each day and happy each hour, 
For never we' 11 part again. 

Long have we wandered apart, love, 

Torn by doubts and fears; 
Now have we found delight, love. 

Delight that each other endears. 

From my life ne'er shall you wander. 

To suffer in silence alone, 
But ever each day will grow fonder, 

And for the past partings atone. 

In childhood we first loved each other; 

Now that the years have flown bye, 
I ne'er can think more of another, 

Nor am joyous unless you are nigh. 



—43— 

So think of the past and its cares, love, 
. Parted from you in deep pain; 
Think of the future as bright love, 
For never we'll part again.. 

Tho' friends flee, on lifers pathway, 
And joys be mingled with pain, 

While breath lasts, forgetting the past , 
Surely, never we' 11 part again. 

lyike a a river, flowing onward forever. 

Our lives will evenly glide ; 
For ever and ever, faltering never, 

And never we'll part again. 



Never to part again love, never to part again; 
The bright days shall come, the dark days 

shall go, 
For while with you truest joy I can know — 
For never we'll part again. 



^1P^o«iateii*s Dre»in of 
'CKildKood 



^HE dreamt she was a ehild 
^ And at her mother' s knee 
She stood, as she had stood (jfyiore, 

In those days of old , so free ; 
And told her of her love so deep, 

That in her bosom lay — 
How she could ever for her weep 

If to evil she Should stray; 
And while She gazed with fondest lo¥e, 

And told old stories sweet 
Of fair angels chanting far above 

^She thougjht, ''There at her feet 
Was heaven !—^how far above 

Could there a better be, 
Unless dear mamma was there, too?'' 

And in child-s perplexity 



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—45— 

Her most curious questions grew. 

*' 'Way 'yond the stars," the mother said, 
''The Great Spirit has a home, 

Where, care and pain forever fled, 
You'll rest, no more to roam; 

And you will certainly be there, 
And all who do the right — 

lyike brothers, sisters, pure and fair. 
And there shall be no night !" 



She turned to ask, When shall it be? 

When moaned the wind's sad tone. 
And her soul seemed borne away on it. 

And awoke — midnight! — alone! 
And the stars moved on their silv'ry way, 

And shed dim light on the sea; 
But her mind was dark with deep despair; 

No hope ahead could she see; 
And stillness seemed to speak her woe — 

A dream too good to he true; 




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—46- 

Alone in the world! alas! alone — 

How dreary its pathways grew! 
But as daylight came she thought, again, 

**How many on earth there be 
Who ne'er had a mother's love, in their pain, 

Nor were taught truth at her knee; 
Who Ipst a mother too soon to know 

That her love was a haven true 
That cheered to courage here below, 

Keeping evil from the view." 
She thought of the words in dream so sweet, 

"For the just, all's pure and fair," 
And resolved, ''Each gloomy soul I meet, 

For her I'll dispel a care." 

A.ncestral Recfuiexn 

(Died of fever on battlefield in China.) 
TPHOU shalt not go unsung, although an 
* humble grave 

Marks where thou died, where rustling bam- 
boos wave; 




Though but the stars look on that unmarked 

plot, 
Still by thy friends thou hast not been forgot. 

Far from thy home, in duty's path thou'st 

trod 
With a good conscience, which alone leads to 

God,— 
Still is there one who, with memorial pen, 
Sings praise of thee, one of the martial men. 



I>e£Kt]\ iatt Sea 

(An aneestor, who died on ship near Africa.) 

CWEET be thy life in the land of the blest- 
'^ Thou hast earned a fair wreath for thy 

brow, 
For if ever a soul a good heart possessed 
For thy fellows in life, it was thou. 




MIGNONETTE ARLINE CASSIO, 
3 years old, native of San Francisco 

(By permission) 



Defending the weaker, heroic thou fell, 

Thy life giving up sadly so, 
But long years in memory thy good deed 

. shall dwell. 
For defending a man from his foe. 

Home 

Give me my lowly, thatched cottage again." — Song 

f| SACRED place, sweet happy home — 
" How Memory's Spring is touched by 

thee; 
Tho' far away from thee men roam. 

The sighing heart still yearns for thee; 
And Fancy comes with outstretched hands, 

That say, as words can never tell, 
O wanderer in strange distant lands. 

Come back, with me again to dwell ! 




-49- 



THanKsgivin^' (TtirKey) I>ay 



(Thanksgiving is usually celebrated by prayer and 
turkey-eating, in November. ) 

HE annual day of slaughter has come 

'round, 

And the celebrator's serious work's begun,. 
And around the creaking board are duly 
found 
The luckier, who've a fat turkey won. 



In solemn words the President proclaims 
The day, most thankful to Supreme, 

And ere th' auspicious date for it he names, 
The eagle and the turkey ''jointly" scream. 



—50- 



Prayer and gastronomic joy mixed on this 
jocund day — 
A happy combination — who can it deny? 
The rich and poor their shekels throw away 
' On turkey, even tho' he may "fly high." 



Amusing Turkey Day, we thank and kill, 
And bless and curse within the self-same 
breath; 

Some little ones e'en masticate till they are ill, 
And recklessly invite an early death. 

Surely Jove laughs at queer days like these. 
Of sacrifice and birds strange mingled. 

Still we kill turkey here unceasingly 

Till appetite and pray'r are sadly mingled. 



-Si- 



Principle of I^ove 



(The poet Sophocles, about 500 B. B., wrote: "For 
neither now nor yesterday began these thoughts, 
which have been ever; nor yet can a man be found 
who their first entrance knew.") 



f\ MIGHTY lyove, words fail to express, 
^^ Thy great, thy glorious blCvSsedness ! 
Thou art the sweet essence of the breath 
Of life the highest, that vanquishes death; 
Thou art the nourishment, the strength 'ning 

wine 
Of life, given from the Hand Divine 
To whomsoever comes, be they great or 

small, 
lyOve's principle, most true, encircles all, 
And breathing forth blessings to human heart, 
Makes of that one of Love's own self a part. 



"-52— 

To a Bo^^Hood I^over 

AS thro' life thou goest onward, 
^^ Shedding sunshine on the way, 
May thy life be ever happy, 

Guided by Hope's heavenly ray: 
May thy friends be true e'er to thee, 

And inspiration high be thine; 
May the Muses' daughters woo thee 

With their smile that is divine. 
When Old Time vv^ith snowy whiteness 

Changes thy now-youthful mien, 
And thou Uv'st to be a hundred, 

Be thou still of joy the queen ! 

A TKeme 

In my contented path of life, 
In all joy or sorrow, 

lyove should ever be my theme- 
To-day and to-morrow; 

lyOve of Good and love of Man, 
And of angelic Women; 

Making of the round of life 
Something more than human. 




-53- 



^VHat is I^ove ? 

UJHAT is love ? we say — 'tis that does 

^^ give 

The most sweet illusions while we live. 

He gives the hope when it is most desired, 

The fond embrace when love's deep heart is 
fired 

With longing; and when comes life's even- 
tide, 

Still with reciprocating souls abides 

His joys, and when sickness pale comes o'er, 

'Tis he upholds the lovers as before. 

lyove is the lever, and rules each and all- — 

Before whose pow'r the wise or mighty fall; 

He comes in mansion, and cot does not 
disdain. 

And, welcomed, brings true joy, dispelling 
pain. 



—54— 



N^^mpbis of Spring 

'T^HEY come by twos, the^^ come by threes 
* And rest them in vernal bowers, 
And murmur e'er softly 'neath the trees, 
And they gently kiss the flowers; 

They gracefully sway 'mid zephyr's breath 

That softly o'er them blows; 
With their dewy tears they mourn the death 

Of the sad, pale damask rose. 

Adieu, Spring nymphs, as ye fade away 
'Neath the dazzling-bright sunshine — 

The flow'rs bloom fresh for another day, 
And fresh liappiness is mine. 




Siveet Valley of Rest 



1^ VAIyL^EY so fair, with thy sod evergreen, 
" Where the birds carol merry to me, 
' Tis good to recline on thy moss-covered banks 
And dream on in tranquility. 

There is many a wild-flow' r growing here, 
And a stream sings merrily on — 

O valley of rest, my heart you cheer 
When the long day's toil is done. 



The shadows are falUng far down the deep 

Each songster flies swift to her nest, 
And bells of the cattle are tinkling when 
Old Sol sinks, red, in the West. 



-56- 



Tlie Lrove I^etter* aiiicl tHe Seat SHell 

I HEIyD an ocean shell unto my ear — 
* And the echo of the sea was there; 
And I could hear its ceaseless dashing clear, 
' As on the rocks it rent the air. 

I took a letter, penned by love of yore, 
And read it; — there it did reveal 

The deep, true sentiments she bore — ■ 
Like sea-shell echoes, but still more real. 

The shell I laid upon the rocky shore; 

The dainty missive folded, put away; 
But in Memory, deeply as before, 

Their echoes came from day to day. 

A CKild's Soul 

'Tis a ray divine that does ever shine. 
Sent from the All-Seeing One; 

A note of love from the Soul divine, 
Which the upward path's begun. 



-57- 



I^et Me I^a-ugK A.sain ! 



TPHE world has grown so funny that we have 
* to laugh, 

Whether we wish or not, and joy's nectar 

quaff; 
And its daily humor still more humorous 

grows, 
While each serious thing a funny aspect shows. 
In theatre 'tis jocose, and, too in daily life; 
The churches liave grown comic in the strife. 
And the newspapers wear a fiend-like grin, 
In the glad hope the silver coin to win; 
The solemn judge upon his judicial bench, 
Talks humorously to the drunken, trembling 

wench , 
Who laughs a "Thank you !" in His Honor's 

face. 
And policjmeii grin when they s^e her 

grimace; 



-58- 



The doctor laughs at aches as ne'er before; 
Inventors laugh at clumsy things of yore; 
In fact, the whole world laughs at past 

mistakes, , 
IJntil the very heart of mankind aches, 



THe £^artKcttxAKe 

IIARK ! a low, rumbling, hellish sound 
** Grates on the ear, then a stillness deep 
Creeps o'er the earth, and the swaying ground 
Gives painfully 'neath uncertain feet ! 

Dumb cattle low, and all the living things 
Crouch, and moan sadly in terror deep, 

And e'en the birds, with outspreading wings, 
Fly here and there with tremulous sweep ! 

Still is the air, and, in breathless suspense, 
Blanched faces peer through many a pane; 

Now buildings shake like reeds, and dense 
Are clouds, hung low upon the plain; 



-59- 



The earth in mighty grasp seems, trembling, 
held, 
But soon all terror has passed away ; 
'Tis but the breast of Mother Earth that's 
swelled, — 
Our spinning planet growing, day by day. 



Foi-l>eat*aiice 

O men of thought or men of care, 
Of violent tempers e'er beware; 
Place peace where temper smold'ring lies, 
And turn the thoughts to what is wise; 
Watch Nature in her varying mood, 
Who points man only to the good. 
Who teaches that by love souls grow — 
Not by revenge's fiery glow. 




Karma, I^a-vir of CoTisocf^eaiice 

Sophocles, Greek poet, says: "Each day we needs 
must take some forward step till we gain power to 
study nobler things." 

May I patient bear tny karma 
On this earth's oft-stormy way, 
Till, conq'ring the lower self, 
I see ahead bright Allah's ray. 

MTiid Camels of Arizona 

In Arizona's ravines lone, some vagrant camels 

e'en now graze — 
Relics of great Afric's zone, imported here 

their young to raise; 
But the bronchos of the prairies, — fleet of foot 

— -were unsurpassed; 
Abandoned now the dromedaries, and free 

they roam the canyons vast. 




-6i— 



Knig'Kts Templar 

(Masonic Convention, San Francisco, 1904). 

OAIL, happy band, we welcome thee with 

** pleasure — 

In unity exulting, and in honor bright forever. 

The torch of liberty ye hold on high — 

Freedom to each creed beneath the sky. 

In beauty irridescent thy glorious banner's 

freed , 
Emblem of the illustrious, and of most en- 
nobling deed. 
Welcome to Western shores, thy swelling 

anthems sing — 
Here where dark oppression for aye has taken 

wing; 
Where all the many sacred sects the friendly 

hand does shake. 
And Hhuddist friends as well true kindness' 

notes awake; 
Where Jew and Christian sing th' undying 

song of love 
That welds America in peace, as tho' inspired 

from abo\'e. 




—62— 

Hypnotism Evil 

The poet Sophocles says: "Deception is low, and 
not good for noble souls." 

"Hypnotism and vivisection are evil," wrote 
Patanjali, Hindoo saint, more than looo vears before 
Christ. 

What curious power is this that downs the 

brother soul 
Of a weaker man, 'neath stronger ones' control ? 
How many lives are ruined thus can ne'er be 

told,— 
A po\/er that wrecks the will that is unjust 

controlled. 
lyCt's heed the solemn warning that ancient 

sages sent, 
And, Christ-like, live a life that is on justice 

bent. 

Never Aloi\e 

We are never alone in the journey here, 
Tho' sadness does o'er us flow; 

There's ever a soul, afar or near. 
Who is waiting a good act to do. 



—63- 
Song of tHe Centei^siriaii 

[* VE reached a hundred, and still feel young; 
* Old Time has never downed me yet; 
Contentment is the song I've sung 
From glad sunrise to fair sunset. 

I see beauty in this world of ours, 
Where grumblers only grope along; 

I love the sunshine and the show'rs, 
And good-will insjares my song. 

A /'mere youth" yet in life I feel; 

No canker care upon me grows; 
A march on Father Time I'll steal, 

And 1)1 oom on like a summer rose. 

Ye chicks of forty, don't talk of age 

Till o'er the century ye get; 
Then, smiling, say ''Well, I'm of age, 

But nothing more I feel just yet !" 




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THe Submarine VITar-Boat 

F|OWN in a submarine, sailing 'neath the 

*^ sea, 

Where aquatic denizens disport themselves so 
free, 

There ,are sent the naval boys, who are true 
and brave, 

Prepared to meet the enemy who skulks 
beneath the wave; 

There they lead a curious life of most un- 
certain ease. 

And have a marine library beneath the surg- 
ing seas. 

Pure "canned air" they breathe with a shaky 
breath, 

In the government submarine, defying sudden 
death. 

The novelist's dreams are realized, for the 
vSubmarine has come, 

And the fearless naval boys are in ocean's, 
depths at home. 

Down in the submarine, far underneath the sen , 

The modern warriors *^ail where enemy cannot 
see ! 



Thanks, Unknown Supreme, for care; 
Thy blessings reach me everywhere; 
E'er may I of thy kindness sing, 
And to the world harmony bring, 
And may thy ever-healing ray 
Shine on my ever tortuous way, 
Making contentment every hour 
My theme to foil dark Error's power. 



A NigKt at tHe Opera 

A STORY told in music, exceeding sweet: 
^^ The opera, how brilliant and fair. 
'Tis eight o'clock, each vacant seat 

Is taken; all devotees are there. 
The throng awaits impatiently, 

And bright lights still brighter grow, 
And programmes eagerly are scanned — 

The plot the anxious ones must know. 



Bright eyes glance often here and there, 

As the entering ones advance 
To seat themselves admiringly, 

To await the music's dance. 
Now one by one the noble band 

That form the orchestra, comes in, 
And 'wait the learned leader's hand, 

The sweet strains to begin, 
lyist to violin's soft cadence swell; 

Hark to the 'cello, grand and low. 
And to the piccolo's shrill peal. 

While clarinet's liquid murmurs flow; 
Hear the deep trombone's pathos sound; 

Now comes a silv'ry cornet's swell — 
Calling, as from heaven profound. 

The Sprite of Harmony to dwell. 

Then comes the end of overture. 
And the grand drums and cymbals' 
blare 

That with combating sounds endure. 
And sweet sighing melody dies there. 



And then comes end of all — now 'tis still 
For an instant; then great applause 

Rings out from men with hearty will, 
And the drop-€urtain's fold updraws. 



The stage ! oh, magic, beauteous scene: 

'Tis sunset — rises the fair evening star; 
Prima-donna sings, angelic' ly serene, 

And tenor 3 voice re-echoes from afar. 
They sin^ of love, that from creation's 
dawn 

Has held the world as in a spell , 
And from audience wild cheers are drawn, 

As the drop falls, and lovers sing 
farewell. 
Act follows act, and grand chorus sings, 

Swelling in glad, harmonious strain, 
Echoing from ceil to rich- painted wings — 

From heart to heart — again !— again ! 
Then, in finale, united lovers charm, 

And, tho' tragic end seems to ensue. 



—68— ■ 

They still each throbbing heart's alarm — 
In climax both to love are true. 

Swells orchestra in joyous strains again; 

Triumphant chords vibrate unto the ear 
And listening souls drink in the grand 
refrain, 

Which lives for aye in mem'ry clear ! 

T imultuous cheers ring out from galleries; 
The curtain drops, ascends, descends 
once more, 
And singers bow 'midst wildest ecstacies; 
A long, last look — and th' fair opera's 
o'er. 



A n^-p-py Ne-w Year 

A happy new year, with plenty of cheer, 

I wish, as time speeds along. 
With Fortune and health ever ling' ring near 

And wisdom, wit, peace and sweet song. 



-69- 
THe Pipe of Peace^ 

The Piute and Washoe Indian tribes of the State 
of Nevada, numbering about 3000, who have been 
enemies for 100 years, decided on August 3, 1905, to 
hold a week's dance and smoke the pipe of peace. 

The treaty was signed the evening of Aug. 16, 1905. 

A ROUND the wigwam, see them coming 
^^ Over mountain-side and plain; 
Chants of peace the Indians humming — 
The pipe of peace is smoked again. 

Ages have rolled bye in battle, 

Fierce with sanguinary foe; 
Fathers and the fathers' children 

Now a welcome respite know. 

Mounds on rocky slope are telling 
How they fought in days gone bye; 

Now the heart of chieftain's swelling — 
Forgiveness, Christian charity. 

Now they dance about the fire-glow, 
From morning until shadowy even; 



— 70— 

Friends and enemies are mingled — 
lyike a glimpse of Indian heav'n. 

Now they talk of Indian great men, 

To happier hunting grounds Jong gone- 
Smoke the pipe of peace at even ; 

Dance in the moonlight pale and wan. 

Reconciled are fiercest warriors, 
Spears of war are thrown away; 

Peaceful, like their brother paleface. 
All their hatred died away. 



*The message of the chiefs to their people was as 
follows: 

"Their chieftains send this message: For many 
moons past the people of our tribes have been en- 
gaged in a struggle which has cost the lives of num- 
bers of our noble warriors, and plucked from our 
tepees the flower of our rising generation, causing our 
numbers to diminish and our power to wane. 

"Little children toddling to their mothers' knees 
have been taught to hate their brothers of the rival 
nation, and each scalp which was added to their belts 



—71— 

when they were sent upon the war path was looked 
upon as a token of fidelity to their respective tribes. 
Of late years it has been manifested to us by the 
great white Spirit who reigns supreme in the happy ^, 
hunting grounds, where the soul of all brave warriors 
finds its resting place at last, that this useless war 
should cease, the bloody tomahawk be buried, and 
peace reign supreme among our people. 

"The numbers of our people are fast yielding to the 
father, Death. Our sun, once shining brightly in the 
zenith, is now disappearing behind the western hills, 
and our children are scattered and have wandered 
from the wigwams of their fathers. We, your chief- 
tains, have been gathered in secret council since the 
sun last sunk behind the hills, and have decided that, 
in obedience to the will of the great white Spirit, and 
for the welfare of the remnants of our people, that 
from this time on, the war path shall be untrodden 
and blotted out, and that hereafter, when the Red 
Men of the different tribes shall meet, it shall be as 
brother to brother, with a feeling of friendship and 
love in their hearts. 

"In witness of this, and in the presence of you all 
assembled, while the summer moon floats in the full 
above us, we, your chieftains, fix our signatures.'' 

Then follows the signature of Chief Dave, for the 
Washoes, and of Chief Pete for the Piutes. The 
agreement was written upon buffalo hide in the Piute 
and Washoe languages. 



■ —72— 

CaLXiaLTy Song 

JrjOIyDEN songster, sweetly sing; 
^^ To the senses music bring; 
Warbliilg joydtis in the light, 
In thy plumage ever bright; 
Renting 'tween thy notes, e'er sweet, 
Trilling lottd, with even bfeat; 
From thy throat harmoti}^ swells 
From thy little heart where 't dwells. 
vSing ! nor ever note of care 
Intrudes while you warble here; 
Making notes, rests, measures, too— - 
A tiny, golden minstrel you ! 
Sing ! let us hear your warbling ' 
That comes so often , echoing, 
Making brighter human days 
By thy trilling, thrilling lays. 



Caroling joyously and free, 
Happy may you ever be. 



-73— 



One 'Word, "Forever !** 



/\NE word there is, more strange than all the 
^ others — 

When spoken 'tis remembered ever, 
A word, which said by parents, sisters, brothers, 

Is most impressive — 'tis ''Forever !" 

When hearts of truest love requite most tender 
And time's forgot 'midst lovers' sighs. 

Forever he swears to defend her. 
As he reads faith within her eyes. 

Since time began this word has onward echoed 
In scenes exalted and in lowly cot, 

And many a parting scene's been gladdened 
By sweet ''Forever !" — every pang forgot. 

So murmur on the rivers bright, meandered 
From mountain dell unto the seas; 

So sing the stars, revolving ever onward; 
Forever ! sighs the restless breeze ! 



—74— 

Stars of tHe WIslq 

'The stars of the flag, how they glow ! how 
^ they glow, 

As it sways high above where the fresh breezes 

blow; 
How it cheers on the marchers as they quick 

move along 
To the air, all-inspiring, of great liberty's song. 

How they speak of the days that are past, 

long ago, 
When for freedom the blood of the bravest did 

flow; 
Each footstep grows lighter to music's sweet 

strain. 
And the stars of the flag seem to glisten again. 

Old people grow younger, and young grow 

more gay, 
And cankering care takes wings, flees away, 
, When fair stars of the flag, over city and plain, 
Are floating, while bands play the patriots' 
strain. 



—75— 
flapp:>^ Crlimpsas of fiome 

'VHERE are glimpses of home in mefn'ry 
* to-night; 

All the clouds seem to drift away, 
And the home, long forgot, seems to stand in 
the light. 

As it did in my life's dawning day. 
The sisters and brothers are there, every one, 

And parents with hopes so serene. 
And somehow the place looks so fair in th' sun, 

Yes, fairer than ever Tve seen ! 
And the roses that climb, profusely and sweet, 

O'er that window, shed perfume again 
That greeted us when as boys, we returned 

From school to the old home again. 
And why seems it brighter than ever before ? 

Perhaps 'tis that never again 
I'll see the kind faces that gleamed by the door 

To greet me in friendship's glad strain. 
Perhaps 'tis the dear ones have all flown away, 




-76- 



And their kind words in memory dwell, 
That glimpses of home come to me, far away, 
With pleasure the heart-chords to swell. 

Bright glimpses of home, come often to me — 

Come oft'n to all travelers afar, 
For, cheering and charming ever thou' It be, 

Through life a bright guiding star ! 



THe Old Rtaioed Mill in tHe Valley 

'JPHE old mill turns in the valley no more, 
* And its music forever is still, 
And we can't again see the teams at the door. 
Or the farmers descending the hill. 

The wheel each day had a song to sing, 

Turning- turning, in melody. 
But its echoes now only dimly ring 

Through the portals of Memory. 



--77 — 



The water is running as of yore on its way, 
And as clear as in days gone bye, 

But all seems so sad by the wheel every day, 
As the stream flows so idly by. 

The flour is all made in big cities now — 

No use for the old country mill; 
And the miller has sadness writ on his brow; 

Since he lost the old home 'neath the hill. 

The miller swears like a trooper each day ! 

(Never did when he ran the old mill) ; 
Now a mortgage is on the place far away, 

And he thinks it he never may fill. 

And he smokes the old pipe and thinks of the 
days 
When his heart beat in time with the wheel. 
And he says to himself. Those were happiest 
days, 
But their pleasure I ne'ermore will feel. 



Mtirin'uriiigs of tHe Sea 



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AVES ! waves of the ocean. 

Sing, sing thy sweet song to nie- 

Thy song of mystery; 
Time has no care for thee; 
Flow'st thou unceasingly, 

Powerful and free. 
Could human life e'er be 
Set in such harmony 

As thee, thou blest sea; 
And could it be bright and pure 
And as grandly endure 

As thee, O sea ! 
Emblem of immortality. 
Gloriously pulsating free, 

Fair is thy breast; 
When this form's life is o'er. 
And gained is th' etherial shore, 

Calm as thee, we'll rest. 



-79— 



DissipatioA 

The man who yields to wine is void of understand- 
ing, slave to wrath. — Sophocles. 

OELIy'S own power is dissipation, 
** Dragging down the reckless soul; 
Destroying family and nation, 

When its power's beyond control; 
Cursing man and cursing woman; 

Blighting virtue's youthful day; 
Poisoning the springs of justice — 

Casting all restrain l away. 
Sad the fall of ancient nations, 

'Neath Dissipation's fiery sway — 
Cursed power that swept tliem over, 

lyike molton waves of lava sea. 
From the nations and the fireside 

Take thy demoniac wings and flee; 
Be thou gone, and gone forever—-- 

Triumph Virtue, ever free ! 



-8o- 



Nirvansi 



In many a turning of the wheel of God my fate 
revolves, and changes all its moods. — Sophocles. 

rjREAT Hindoo word, that charms the 
^ earnest heart, 

And makes it flourish in a world apart, — 
What peace is there to me to firmly keep 
My thought upon thy wondrous meaning deep. 

In hope to be free from all the lower pow'rs, 
Deeming a thousand years as so many hours, 
Nirvana, say the sages, is the ultimate goal 
Of every patient, duteous human soul — 

No place is it, but holy frame of mind, 
Where all care of earth-world 's left behind. 
Condition of the utmost blessedness, 
Were pains of human mind are set at rest. 




I^iKe Pa^tient Spicier 



THO' oft' I fall in error, still 
^ I'm raised again by Th}^ will; 
So, like the patient spider, I 
Re-spin my web, again to try; 
Knowing this, by analogy, 
There is a Supreme Deity. 



-82- 



Life's RougH Breezes 

STRONGEST trees most often grow 
*^ Where the roughest breezes blow; 
Honorable souls are like the trees 
That withstand the mightiest breeze. 
Tho' poor in gold, still does remain 
The chance for higher thought to gain. 




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-83- 




AN INDIAN IN HUNTING DRESS 



liVill ym^s^ Be No Moire ? 

WTHEN shall the call of Love, for war to 
" cease, 

Be heeded, and on earth rule heavenl}^ peace ? 
When shall embittered men shake hands again 
And cease to kere create unneeded pain? 

Ah! sad has dawned the twentieth century — 
Dawned with the armies battling furiously — 
While in drear homes have waited friends, 

with care 
Eating their hearts out for the soldiers there. 



-85- 



No peace for them, great armies of the plain; 
Day dawns but to see renewed again 
The conflict, and when night comes down. 
Rest is not theirs from the war's dread frown. 



Lithe stretcher-bearers dot the dusty plain, 
Tending the Japanese or Russians in their 

pain — 
Theirs the one cup of mercy that the soldiers 

drain 
When fallen for nation on th' accursed plain. 



-86- 



Dilated eyes of war-horses beg relief — 

Even there his dumb mind senses pangs of 

grief; 
While surgeons sigh at the sad parting breath 
Of many a stricken one who sinks in death. 



But who can ever tell, ah! who can dare 
To picture all the. carnage and dispair! 
Enough! for Wisdom says that war must 

cease — 
Shall we, men, now retard the reign of peace? 



-87- 

But, not are brave soldiers guilty of the crime, 
But selfish ones, who spend lifers precious 

time 
Working new schemes to thwart Heavenls 

higher plan, 
And rule the nations by unconscionable man. 

When shall the Christ's — and Buddha's — wish 

for peace 
Rule in the world, and its savage warfare 

cease ? 
When shall Love's Rulers mightily arise? 
This Twentieth Century? All nations wait 

replies ! 




Errors of THe Past 

None are perfect in all things. 

¥ ET'S forgive and forget the sins of the past, 
" For it has gone forever ; 
The evil was done — the hour has sped past 
Down time's ever-flowing river. 

Let's think of the.good that's been done since 
then , 

And never a sin remember; 
Blot them all out, sins of word and of pen, 

And make of their record an ember. 

We all have said things we never had said, 

Had we thought twice before speaking; 
'Tis best to forget them, make them as dead. 
And some happier thoughts be a-seeking. 



A.ppearaiice NotKing 

And things are not what they seem. — Ivongfellow. 

'THO' worn-out clothes enwrap the form, 
* Still may good soul reside within; 
Driven on life's ocean by the storm, 
Good clothes, perchance, they could not win. 

But as Death comes, with icy hand. 
To each one in the earthly sphere, 

What matters if in tatters stand 
Those souls who' re ever noble here? 



—90— 

And Laughter, shaking both his sides. — Milton. 

npHERE are laughs to be had if we only see 
* The sunny side of the way, 
And laughter' s a medicine lying ' round free — 
We may take it and feel O. K. ! 

Mayhap a tear of the ladies may cure 

Some imaginary earthly ill; 
But the laugh is a standard medicine sure, 
And it generally ''fills the bill." 

The laugh's an antidote as well as the tear, 

But the laugh's mOvSt ] leasant to take, 
While, mingled, they make much happiness 
here, 
Except when the sides start to ache. 



-91- 



Truth ever more than words is strong. — Sophocles. 

^HYPOCRISY'S smile is a thing of oil, 
** Allah sees thro' its veneer; 
It flourishes often on barren soil — 
No heart does its pallor cheer. 

'Tis born of a soul that is sadly weak 
In what is best for the race; 

For bright Truth fears not its words to 
speak, 
And it speaks them iu any place. 



—92-- 

To India 

I AND of the tropic sun, of fruits and flowers, 
" Of gold-embroidered portals and orna- 
mented towers; 
The mother of the race, in true religion, art, 
And still the world's great teacher in virtue's 

happy part; 
How peacefully glorious thy sons, thy 

daughters pure ! — 
lyong mays t thy noble race upon the earth 

endure, 
lyand of Gautama Bhudda, the teacher divine; 
Of Patanjali, most ancient, whose wisdom still 

does shine; 
Land of the Vedas, most noble bibles, given 
In the world's infancy, direct to seers from 

heaven ; 
Land of deepest poetry, and of unselfish love, 
Long mayst thou shine with the wisdom from 

above. 





~93~ 

Old Violin's Story 

I^Y heart beats happy, for five score years 
^ * to-day 

My form has seen the glorious light of day, 
And through the long years I am safe, tho' 

now 
The cold, damp earth enwraps my master's 

brow. 
What various scenes I've gazed on, year by 



year 



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Seen the happy wedding and the funeral bier; 
I've felt the calmness of life and seen its storm. 
And lived thro' winters cold and summers 

warm. 
My plaintive tones have cheered and charmed 

the soul 
Of listeners, long passed to Lethe's goal; 
Have teardrops drawn from many an eye; 
Have moved hearts tender in ecstatic sigh. 
E'en when at night m.y form was laid away, 



The tones returned to listeners of the day, 
And echoing to their hearts the strains they 

love, 
Gave peace unto their life as from above ! 
A poor old man a listener was one day — 
The melody was of a lost one, far away; 
My soul was moved, for such an one had he— 
A son who sailed, and was lost on the sea. 
His heart was melting with those strains 

sublime, 
Which to his spirit seemed almost divine. 
For with them came a thought of long ago, 
Ere his first-born had wandered to and fro. 



Such is a little story of what I've seen 

In my long journey through life's changeful 

scene; • ' 

And if one heart Pve soothed or happy made. 
My echoin": strings have not in vain been 

pi lyed. 



—95— 

'TpIS said that o'er each soul, at birth, 

* There shines a star, whose aspects guide 
The doings of that one on earth 
Who 'neath its influence may abide. 
This would seem true when life is scanned, 
And events noted on the way— 
That star-influence is strong on man. 
And good or ill shines in its ray. 
Strangely it seems thet star by star 
Affect men different from afar; 
The sensitive affirm they feel 
The planets' forces o'er them steal; 
That Venus throws a gentle ray, 
Atid Mars ^ith fiery force does sway; 
That Mercurv, swift and sparkling ^ gives 
His fleet power to otie who lives 
Beneatlv his si<^n; while Jupiler 
A i?:eiieroMs wind will oft' confer. 



-96- 



Uranus, the fat giant orb, is seen 

To give a spiritual mind serene ; 

Saturn evolves intellectual pride, 

Which irritation oft' may 1«4#. hide. 

Those born 'neath the moon's soft ray, 

Versatile, changeable, tender they; 

Th' impulsive souls born 'neath the sun 

Are full of jovial health, each one. 

And yet each star-influence depends 

On chan>;e of "signs" which never ends, 

For all planets, near or far away. 

In separate circles move each day. 

So one star in favored ''sign" moves free. 

While another turns where strife may be. 

'Tis said if passion's power men still. 

And behd,.Ao the Deity their will, 

Bad astral inflfuence they mitigate, 

And in sonvi degree conquer ill fate. 



--97— 

Adepts of India 

f\ WONDROUS souls, who on mountain 
^^ heights reside, 

Away from cities where vile powers preside, 
Whose thought, unselfish, pure, is there 

unfurled. 
They look in pity on an ignorant world; 
And yet they help the human race to tread 
The great path of wisdom, and instead 
Of glittering worldly wealth, to here pursue 
The knowledge that fades not from view. 
True, they have wondrous spiritual powers 

at hand, 
And surely pre-eminently wise they stand, 
Yet teach that truth's the ultimate goal. 
And the most noble for the human soul. 
In emulation of their course divine, 
May I seek truth and sin resign. 



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—98"- 



Spirittial Inspiration 

LIKE sunshine of morning that opens the 
flow'r, 

And makes it bloom fresh for the day, 
So sweet inspiration's the glorious power 

That chases life's shadows away. 
To the poor, to the rich, to sick and to well, 

If they're earnest, it falls at their feet; 
In city, on mountain, on ocean, in dell. 

Its soul-music is constant and sweet. 
Pow'rs from Creator with men ever abide 

To touch inspiration's deep spring; 
The doors of the soul are opened wide 

When true faith is waitino: witliin. 




-99— 



Universal BrotHerHood 

A I^L men are brothers, but in different 
-^ circuits move- — 
Some like what others hate, some loathe what 

others love; 
But dropping all prejudice, they truly feel 
That each can do some for the general weal. 
lyCt charity, not sects, pervade the mind, 
And every cruel thought be left behind; 
Nor let Suspicion's darkening wing 
Throw its shade o'er the soul within. 
Thus, though afar apart in life men roam, 
Each one is traveling to th' etherial home. 
Arid, as broad and brotherly men be, 
Sooner millenial a<^es here will be. 




— lOO— 



Gossip 

IDLE words that swiftly fly 
* To do mischief by and bye — 
Words that ne'er recalled can be, 
Tho' expressed oft' guilelessly; 
But such words, like poisoned spear, 
Pierce the hearts of souls sincere. 
Who upon life's heavy road 
Sometimes bear most irksome load. 
Whispered softly tho' they be, 
Still dire mission speedily 
They execute upon life's way, 
Tho' innocents have been their prey. 



-101 - 



Kill Not 



1/IIyIy not, in mind or deed, tho' urged by 

sin, 
But list' to the voice of the God within; 
Altho' has erred a weaker fellow man, 
Still to forgive him the most injured can. 
To err is but human, the sage has said, 
And good 'tis to be by sweet Mercy led;^ — 
Man, made by He above, in powers great, 
Greatest of pity 'tis to exterminate. 





(To India) 
Transhited into Italian by Eugenia JJiajichi 

TrERRA del sole tropico, di frutti e di fiori, 
* Di .porte incise di oro ed attorri castellati, 
Da madre del la razza, in religione ed arte, 
Ancora la piu grande insegnatrice del niondo 

nel nobile passato della virtu, 
Come pacificamente gloriosi i tuoi figli, tne 

iiglie pure ! 
TvUngo duri tua nobil razza sulla terra ! 
Terra di Gautama Buddha, maestro grande, 

divina; 
Di Patanjali; molto anziano, il quale genio 

ancora risplende; 
Terra dei Veda, il piu nobile delle Bibie, 

consacrata 
Dal infanzia del mondo, data direttamente agli 

indovini dal cielo; 
Terra di profonda poesia d'amor senza 

avarizia; — 
I^ungo possi- te.resplendere con genio dalsu ! 




FratellaJiEa Universale 

(Universal Brotherhood) 
Trauslaied into Italian by Eugenia Bianchi 

lyl uomitii tutti fratelli sono, pero in 
differenti sfere si muovano; 
Certi ci piace quelle che altri odiano; alcuni 

disprezzano quelle che altri amano; 
Pero a parte qualsiasi pregiudizio, dovrebbero 

veramente loro sentire 
Che ciascun di lor' possano fare qualcosa per 

il ben generale. 
Percui lasciare tutta carita commandare le 

nOvStre menti, 
E tutti meschini pensieri lasciar adietro, 
Neppur' lasciar la sempre oscurante ala del 

sospetto, 
Gettar' la sua oscura ombra sopra I'anima 

nascosta. 



-A.— 



ESSAYS 



Training of Young People 

TPIE lack of parental training is evident in 
this 20th Century, although scholastic 
training is of a high order; but is it of 
as great advantage to the nation as home 
discipline ? The ancient Greeks, whose cul- 
ture is proverbial, employed men as private 
tutors, who trained the children not only in 
letters, but also in manners and morals. These 
tutors went to the homes, and accompanied 
them to many places, carefully guarding them, 




and the result was a nation of orators, law- 
makers and philosophers, whose works have 
still a powerful influence on modern nations. 

Among the Spartans, so important did 
Ivycurgus, one of their rulers, consider the 
training of youths, that he established Govern- 
ment restaurants, where the young could hear 
the welfare of that Grecian State discussed 
at meal time by the older people, thus instill'- 
ing in the rising generation a knowledge of 
politics in addition to their home training. 

The temptations existing in this century are 
so great that the young people are in need of 
more home education, not so much to train 
them what to do as to teach them what not to 
do. So, no matter what state a child is born 
in (providing it has reason), it may by early 
care, be trained to be a useful citizen and a 
benefactor. 

It is notable that many prominent people 
have received very careful, early education. 




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This was the case, for instance, with a great 
musical composer, who, at four years of age, 
was instructed in the art by his father; at six 
years he composed, and at sixteen wrote let- 
ters composed partly in four languages: French, 
English, German and Italian. 

' Reflecting on these facts, it is apparent that 
early juvenile home training, and implicit 
respect and obedience on the part of the chil- 
dren, would be of immeasurable value to the 
race. 



Tree and Flower Culture 



ONE of the most healthful occupations is 
the culture of trees, plants and flowers, 
and the health condition of great cities is 
enhanced by each oae who rears them, for 
each plant purifies the surrounding atmosphere 



-D- 



in greater or less degree. When a large tree 
is cut down, so much purification of a city's 
atmosphere is annulled. Every street should 
be lined by suitable trees, except where they 
interfere with sewers; and dwarf trees could 
be planted in busy streets. In homes, each 
child so disposed could do his part by having 
a plant to attend to. 

The adapitabilityof different plants and trees 
to different soils is an interesting study, while 
the suitable periods at which they should he 
planted are equally interesting. The grateful 
shade of the maple and oak, the healthful odor 
of the California redwood and pine, would be 
welcome to many a community, while their 
symmetrical a[ pearance would enhance the 
beauty of towns. For malarial localities the 
Australian eucalyptus is excellent. 

The great variety of plants and flowers that 
may be cultivated forms an endless study, 
charming alike to young and old. 



Value of Music Study 

fN these days of the phonograph and other 
forms of stereotyped music, the good in- 
fluence of music study is apt to be over- 
looked. Music study, when free from pride, 
aids concentration and discrimination, and 
devel'opes the gentle side of the disposition. 
The composer Bethoven wrote: ' 'Music alone 
ushers man into the portal of an intellectual 
world, ready to encompass him, but which he 
may never encompavSS. The mind alone whose 
eVery thought is rhythm can embody music, 
can comprehend its mysteries, its divine inspi- 
ration, and can alone speak to the senses of its 
intelk'cLual revelations." 

That the incomparable Greek poets valued 
music is attested by the fact that they prac- 
tised it. Their nation received it from Asia, 
presumably India, the Hindoo scales being at 
that time superior to those of Greece. 

That this age, so advanced in orchestral 
execution, should have so few operatic com- 
posers, is surprising; and the remedy would 
appear to be to train the young in composition. 



As work to which one is most attached is 
best accomplished, so a student must have a 
due affection for the art, or success is retarded. 
In regard to loving an art, it is told of Vin- 
cenzo Bellini, Italian, composer of "Norma," 
that while rehearsing one of his operas in a 
Paris theatre, he called upon a celebrated tenor 
to repeat his song. ' 'Have you never loved ?' ' 
said Bellini, "Please repeat the air and sing it 
with 'love.' " The singer acceded, and it was 
remarked by the listeners that he never sang 
better. 

It is of manifest advantage to cultivate a good 
disposition when studying. Robert Schumann, 
German composer, wrote that a good disposi- 
tion tended toward the production of good 
music. 

There should be an absence of jealousy and 
envy, and with careful study the divine art 
will be mastered, and happiness created for 
the student and his friends. 

The learner should indulge in sufficient 
gymnastics and swimming to preserve health. 






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Destined to be o'er all the earth renowned, 



"What wrecks beneath thy murky waters lie, 
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